Sinister: cross your eyes child, you look like a moke

[GardeningAtNight at xxx.com]

I don't know why I'm writing this, I just feel like it.  I think I hate 
photography again.  There was about a week there that everything was going 
right, but then last night I went and saw Looper again in Columbia and 
brought my camera, but the whole roll of film came out blank.  Not even black 
pictures!  So I kicked the crap out of our old ugly gray 1984 Volvo outside 
the 1-hour photo shop for what seemed like forever.  But then I felt better.  
Now I'm worried that my photo project for school isn't going to work.  But I 
had so many grate pictures of StuD and wee Karn and a guy who I thought was 
Ronnie but I really don't know why I thought that.  I talked to him right 
after they played, but it just went something like this:

me: hey, you guys were grate!
him: thanks.
me: yeah.  uh, we, uh, i came just for you, just to see you guys.
him: really? cool*
me: yeah.  uh, well, have fun on your tour and stuff..
him: thanks.

And I snapped a photo of a cute college boy with everything in common with me 
who I chatted up (which is very unlike me so naturally I was proud) but now I 
have no proof of even being there besides my t-shirt.  It's so twee, I wore 
it around today and felt all special like I had the greatest secret in the 
world and no one else had a clue, which is how it sort of is with us and B&S.

jen with the clorox-white socks said:
<< This week, in school, I've been conducting a social experiment. Yes, I 
have 
decided to inflict my dazzlingly white knee high socks on St. Brides High 
School. I stuck at it all week, despite getting a bit of a kicking in the 
cantene the first day I wore them, despite being called Brittany Spears, 
despite loud and harsh laughter everytime I go by a group of hard kids, and 
despite the fact that I have crap legs, and my pleated skirt is slightly too 
small for me.  >>

At least you have the guts to do it.  I wouldn't.  But the kids at your 
school sound unnaturally cruel.  I was harassed nearly everyday until the 
beginning of last year but.. well I guess it actually was as bad as that.  I 
dreaded the bus then, the kids spit gum in my hair in 6th grade and stole my 
hair clips and called me names and I really believe that I'm scarred for 
life.  Junior high was hell, at least in high school the place is big and 
crowded enough for me to make myself invisible.

jen also said:
<< the chorusmaster is a moke. Like when I called him a bluddy moke, and 
he heard me. >>

Cool.  You are my hero!  You know, I should search the archives and count how 
many times that word has come up.  It's growing on me.  Moke moke moke.

Samantha

* I can't verify that he said cool but I really hope he did.  He probably 
just went off and said to the others, "this weird girl just tried to talk to 
me. I hope our other fans aren't like this.."
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